Many thousands of years ago, when half of Britain was covered in ice, the River Severn flowed north,
into the Dee estuary. But then, when the ice retreated, the god Zeus spoke to
Hercules and said, “It is my desire that the Severn should now flow southwards.
Take your club and beat out a new channel for the river”.
Hercules took his club and began his
labour at the northern end of the new river-bed. But the god of the northern
marshes, fearing that his wetlands would be drained, sent out his reed-girls to
distract Hercules. And the reed-girls said, “Stop your work, Hercules, and come
with us, and we will show you pleasures beyond imagining!” But Hercules
answered, “Go away! Come back when I’ve finished!” and he continued with his
work. But he was thinking so much about the beauty of the reed-girls that he
beat out his channel shallower than he intended, so some of the wetlands
survive to this day.
As Hercules worked further southwards,
the river god, annoyed that he had not been consulted, sent river-nymphs to
distract Hercules. The river-nymphs danced round Hercules and sang, “Stop your
work, Hercules, and come with us, and we will show you pleasures beyond
imagining!” But Hercules answered, “Go away! Come back when I’ve finished!” But
he was so confused by the nymphs dancing in circles around him that he lost all
sense of direction, and the course of the river-bed he was beating out, through
where Shrewsbury now stands, instead of being a straight line, now ran in great
loops and meanders.
Hercules now reached a line of hills
and began to beat a passage through them. But the god of the hills, foreseeing
that men would come and cut down his trees to fire their furnaces, and blacken
his rocks with their smoke, sent woodland dryads to distract Hercules. The
dryads sang, “Leave your work, Hercules, and come with us, and we will show you
pleasures beyond imagining!” But Hercules answered, “Go away! Comeback when
I’ve finished!” But he was so eager to sample the pleasures that the dryads had
promised that he stopped he work early, so that the Ironbridge Gorge was
narrower than intended, and it remains a place of fierce and dangerous waters
to this day.
At last Hercules finished his
labours, and the Severn now flowed southwards in a new path. And Hercules went
and sat down to rest in the Quarry gardens, and he called out, “Ho! Reed-girls
and water-nymphs and tree-dryads! I’m finished at last! Where are the pleasures
beyond imagining that you promised me?” But there was no answer, for they had
all gone away. And Hercules smashed his club on the ground in frustration,
causing a great pit which is now the Dingle gardens. But eventually he fell
asleep, exhausted by his labours.
The god of the River Severn saw him
asleep and thought, “Now I’ll have my revenge! Reject the pleasures offered by
my water-nymphs, did he? Not to mention the reed-girls and dryads too! I’ll
cast a spell on him so that he’ll never be able to enjoy such pleasures again!”
And he cast the spell, but Hercules did not realize it till he awoke.
Men came and erected a statue of
Hercules, which you can still see in the Quarry today. This angered the
river-god, and he was angrier still when he realized that, thanks to the
labours of Hercules, he now faced a very long and weary route to the sea. His
anger continues to this day; and every few years he sends down a flood, which
often fills the Quarry garden and surrounds the statue of Hercules, but he has
never yet managed to topple it. And if you go to the Quarry, you can still see
Hercules, naked, with his lion-skin and mighty club and his gigantic muscles – but if
you look closely you will notice that, thanks to the river-god’s curse, the only clothing he is obliged to wear is an improbably tiny fig-leaf.
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